A Little Premature

I never wanted to be "one of those people". You know the type... Running to the doctor for every little scratch or tickle in their throat. Or the kind that runs to the hospital three or four times before they are actually in labor. Well, my impatience may be catching up to me. After eight hours of contractions last night, we left for the hospital at 6:30 am. I was rather nervous on our ride into the hospital that maybe the contractions were subsiding, that maybe this was a false alarm, that maybe I had woken Adam up for nothing, and that maybe I'd look like the stupid one for coming into the hospital before it was really time. And yes, true to form, my contractions lasted the night and left me in the morning. We were sent home, and I was told to go to sleep. Get some rest and maybe you'll be back later. They gave me Tylenol with codeine so I would be sure to sleep well and sleep I did. Now I feel like I am back to the denial stage. He's coming I know, but I kinda doubt it'll be soon. It's just protective mode really. An effort not to get my hopes up prematurely. Now watch, he'll probably end up being born at home or in the car, just cause I don't want to go to the hospital too soon.